Falling

It took me an hour to rake this sorry looking pile of leaves:

Our yard was bare so I had to steal leaves from the neighbors yard. My son was quick to point out. “Those aren’t yours.” I know, I am living on the edge. There may even be a warrant out for my arrest. I had to promise him that we would borrow a few and put them back. Yes, I actually had to return wilted, filthy leaves. Damn that kindergarten teacher for teaching morals and values.

There wasn’t much to cushion their fall, but they had a blast. I am going to pull out this picture when it comes time to play Santa Claus. Every Christmas I tell myself I am not going overboard with toys this year. I am a liar. Then, a year later I end up selling items at a consignment shop for $1. Well, that was $40 well spent. It is true that your children would rather play with a cardboard box or utensils. My two younger children spent 30 minutes making funny faces into spoons yesterday:

They are like the Boxcar Children, but minus the train. Well, actually they have a million toy trains because I lied that Christmas too.

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